As I walk down the street, all those memories of him start flashing through my mind like a serenade that never ends.

His smile.

The warmth of our intertwined hands.

The sweet nothings that he whispered.

The feeling of having his lips pressed against mine.

The time I found him doing the exact same thing that we used to do with another girl.

The time my heart was wrecked by the same boy that used to fill butterflies in my stomach.

The boy who was my everything.

"Koo Jun Hoe."